I live in New York, near broadway, and have since I was thirteen. New York is a scary, smoggy place. However, I like it here. Mostly, I sit and I write on my shiny, blue laptop, taking in the scene. I'm slightly more peaceful and observed then most sixteen-year-olds. I've always lived in my brother's shaddow, and now I think some people are starting to notice me more. I've never been popular, never had my five minutes of fame, but, eh, I'm still waiting.

See these are my things DO NOT TOUCH, Phinnias!

Well, this is technically Cass's blog, but I use her account. Cuz I'm lazy and hopeless with social sites. My name's Ricky. I live in New York, no where near where Cass lives. I do know Cass, tho. I'm not a hacker...ever...I wouldn't hack some twelve-year-old girl's account, I'm not evil! Jeez.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I had my costume ready by four thirty. (I went as a leopard :) After I consulted Cass for a while on my costume over the phone, she told me to be careful. I said whatever and told her to have fun.

Every year, Treasure goes TPing over by the park with his friends. Jamie stays home and does door duty with Katie, Skippy, and Dalms. I took Steve, Nikki, Buddy, Rita, and Phinn. Steve was a bottle of mustard; Nikki was a black cat (original); Buddy went as a pirate; Rita went as a mail person; and Phin went as a gangster.

Whatever.

I met up with Joey-Joe and his sister Jill outside their house. They said Miles was staying home to give out candy and then THEY WANTED TO TRICK-OR-TREAT with us!

AH! NO! DON'T you'll embarrass me!

I said fine.

So we did the main street and got loads of candy. We ran into Treasure and his friends on their way home, and Treasure honked Luke's car horn so loud, Phineas dropped his candy in the mud and cried and cried until Treasure and his buddies drove him home.

Rock on.

When we got home, Jamie said she was exhausted and put the little ones to bed, and told me not to eat all my candy. So I popped into the living room, turned on some soap operas, and I didn't eat all the candy.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Heyhey partypeeps! Has anyone seen my pen and blue notebook? Hold on, I have a report due next Friday, and I need to start. Ugh, I hate school! Unfortunately, this year, I only have one lunch period. Desperado. I'm just kidding, but seriously, anyone? Blue notebook? Come on! Anyways, I....OOH I found it! Okay, hold on, sorry, no, I'll finish this, then do the report.Okay, I was going to school today, right, and I was riding my bike down the road, y'know, I smiled passing Mr. Blue's house, waved at old Mrs. Kingsley, and stuff. Riding down Broadway, I saw this AMAZING girl, perfectly better then Bridget Maxple in every single way! I know, I know, but SERIOUSLY! She has black hair in braids and she waved to me.I talked to her and turns out, her name is Leanna, she just moved to New York and asked me to SHOW HER AROUND a little after school! AHHHHHHHHso happy! So after school that day, I walked with her and showed her the town and she said I was funny and she's coming over TONIGHT! EEEEEEE!Okay, enough screaming like a girl, but this is the first time I've been in love! I mean, other then Bridget, of course, but she is SOOOO old news. Oh, gosh, here she comes now! Okay, please hold for Ricky going to get the door and bringing his new girlfriend up.Okay, here's Leanna. (Leanna writing)

Oh, um, hi, I'm Leanna. Ricky changed the font. Um, I don't know what to say on a blog. Um, I just moved here and Ricky's nice and, um, yes. Okay, we're gonna go eat dinner now. See ya!What a babe! Okay, we're having some foreign casserole tonight, so I gotta go get barf bags. BYE and wish me luck!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Sorry about that last one there. I've been WAY too busy lately and haven't gotten enough free time to blog! I've got summer reading to do. I mean, book reports and all that stuff! Not enough time to drop a line, I guess, but I'm here now. And boy, do I have quite a bit to tell you!

Her name is no longer Bridget who I'm in love with. It's not Tracey or Lora or any other Maxple girl! Her name is Mindy, and she's the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life! She's got long, silky blond hair, and green eyes, and, oh, well, enough about Mindy! She totally hates me anyways! Scoff, like I care! (*Sniff)

Okay, well, it's cherry time. I hate it. We're still out picking cherries. All those trees in the yard have to amount to something now don't they? And those stupid trees are what's keeping me from blogging! And I have to read long and boring books for school so that keeps me busy at night. Also, I'm cleaning cars since I got fired at the burger joint, and it's so hot here!

While I'm scorching and scrubbing Miss Pothuessen's car, Treasure got a real job. With some science thing. Lucky him, he's smart and gets good grades and is a total NERD and a DORK and a MORON, IDIOT, HATER, and a ZITFACE and he ruins my life!

Like just the other day in front of Mindy, he called me Loser and practically rubbed in the fact that my braces are old and no one cares to change them! I reminded him that if he'd given me a cent of money to change them, it wouldn't of been that way.

Sorry. I'm just so fed up with Treasure. I want to be cool, but with him around, he makes looking like a meek, peaceful person difficult. So I'll just stay here and keep my nerdy little blog the no one reads to myself. So there.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Okay, so, for those of you who don't get the time span, I post about once a month. Yes, I use Cass's account and don't like it. No, I don't live next to Cass's computer. No, I'm NOT A HAM SANDWICH! There has been much discussion over it! I'M NOT MADE OF HAM!

Sorry, there. I just needed to use a few Ps & Qs there. Well, anyways, I'm sure to be the only person today who's going to talk about something awesome: I AM NOW A HIGH-SCHOLAR! Last night, I graduated from KAM, and now I'm into GWH! (Excuse me for the abbreviations) Now, Treasure's got some competition on the popular scale, because I got A CAR!

Okay, now, I know I can't drive yet. Somehow, I missed my birthday post this year, but I am the 1-5. That's a-right, FIFTEEN! Too bad Tresman's moving out. He's got a full-time job, a wife, and they're ADOPTING. I'm still gonna be an uncle. Now, they're looking at this french kid. Rammundace. How do you say that? Ram-oon-dan-sa? I dunno. Don't get him. Too hard to say. Not to mention type!

Oh, and Jamie, for my birthday, got me a new laptop. It's nice and shiny, and it's one of those colorful Dells that come in all different colors. Mine is a sheik, shiny blue one and it's perfect to use just for blogging away. And, of course, reading off the Internet. My compliments to Blinglicious. Also, do you know what? Cass won't do the caps thing. Unbelievable. No offence, girl, but this blog is totally better.

You know what, Lion Boy? I could have you taken off the Internet! How 'bout that? My blogs are superior.Yeah, no they're not. You foolish girl. Oops! Cass alert! WDC! G2g! AHH!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

It's summer! Finally! OMG, I have waited SO long for this! Yeah! I can't wait to just get out there and have me a good school-free summer vacation! This is going to be TOTAL BEST SUMMER EVER. Know why? Because I've got A SKATEBOARD. Yeah. You heard me. Total pure awesomeness in the Rick department, huh? Right? So I'm all geared up for one darn good summer over down here! Hi-yeah! Can't wait. School let out just yesterday, and I was too busy frolicking around in Joey-Joe's yard to notice I have a blog to keep up. Sorry. Yep. Frolicking. We were a bit, say, overjoyed. And we went to the movies in celebration of not-school. I forgot what we went to see, but if I did, I would give you a very avid description of every last molecule and detail of movie. I don't mess around with my movie review. Serious chiz. Serious, I tell you.

So, yeah, I'm pretty good on summer plans. Unfortunately, there's this one flaw in every dang summer I've lived around here. It's the cherry trees. My family has a large selection of those pink blossoms in our yard, and all of us kids have to help out and harvest them up! We just go up in the branches, shake the tree, and Treasure and Jamie and all of the others come with baskets, catching them. Of course, while you're up there, surrounded by cherries, you get hungry, in time, of course. So, I might do a little snacking up there...

That's not the point, here! The point is that I have to devote a third of my summer into harvesting young cherry trees. Oops. G2g. Jamie alert.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Okay, hi. It's that time of the month, fellas. And guess what? I got an award! Check it out! It's got an apple on it! Oh, and now, I will tell you my top 10 songs on mine. 1: Boom, 2: Circles, 3: Change, 4: Tonight, 5: Fifteen, 6: Message in a bottle, 7: Kalimba, 8: You belong with me, 9: Get up, and 10: Cry, Baby, Cry. My Ipod is silver (And I LOVE it). The eleven nominees are, um, well, Treasure, Cassidy bear, Abigail, that girl on the moose blog, Corrina, Addie, Chelsea, Mizz Ali, and whoever left can be filled out by my family. Oh, and Joey-Joe. Thank you. Oh, and Cass has a new blog. Llamas and Lipstick. Find it at www.llamaslovelips.blogspot.com. It's not being posted on yet, but you can follow! Alright. Cool. So, until next time, it's from Ricky! (If you find the link defective, tell me or post on Cass's. Thanks)

It's not just the education part, oh no. It's the part with the people. People at school are crazy. First of all, in class, there are all these kids who you don't want to be with. They're like, all, like, "I'm so cool and you're such a dork". It's annoying, trust me. And then there are the teachers! Who have, like, no clue about anything. "Richard, stop talking. When you talk, it makes people not listen. When they aren't listening, the can't hear my boring and on-going lesson about the life cycle of the egg." Aren't teachers a joy?

And then there's the FOOD. School lunches. Let's see what I had today...Some greenish-looking pasta with a bit of white BBQ sauce, and a little bit of pink moldy potatoes with some blackish butter. For desert, I had some enjoyable discolored (meaning a color I can't identify) pumpkin pie that tasted oddly like soup. Yum.

Oh, then there's homework. They load us up with so much work to do in one day that it kills you just to walk out of the building! (And then you throw your backpack at the hobos in the street, who would gladly accept your homework as a meal) Sorry, if any hobos are reading this, but, yeah, I've seen it. So, Jamie, if you're wondering where all my packbacks keep going, I mean, backbacks, I mean, oh! Foo! Forget it! And, yeah, they keep going to Jim, his wife, Zelda, and his six kids, Mary, Martha, Lynn, Phil, Joanne, and Carl, living next to Shaw's Grocery store. (Eh, I don't mean to mention names, but...)

Okay. Gotta do my homework. Like, my English homework. "The fat cat sat on a rat". Eddycatunall. Even the hobos won't take that.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Well, there goes another Easter. That was fast. My Easter really wasn't that good. Let me explain the problem.So, when I woke up, I see an incredibly happy Nikki telling me to get up. Of course, not without coffee! So, after gulping down a bit, I went into the living room. Everyone found eggs and baskets. Mine was, like, a foot tall. It was guitar picks and two chocolate bunnies. Way to get into the spirit. So, that was a bit of a dud. The little ones found all the eggs. Then we went to church.Oh, don't get me wrong. I think the Easter message is cool. I mean, the guy died and rose up again! That's pretty cool. And for us! I'd like to think I could do that, but I don't like dying. So, there was only one thing wrong with church: It was taking money.Yup. You had to pay to see. Jamie said that that was disrespectful. I think so too. So we went to Luke's church. But they were "pass only." So we had to leave the whole neighborhood and head into New Jersey! Well, I didn't know where this was going, so I snapped on my Ipod. Then, we pull up to some shack and I jerk out of the limo. This is actually a CHURCH. Not some souped-up one, oh no. No. This is plain-out gospel.Going in there was a little uncomfortable. I mean, I knew I'd be out of place. I'm a rick kid in a shack.But, in there, we sat down and listened to the preacher. He was actually very good. So, leaving, I felt good. This is the one we come to from now on!Well, going home, we had to stop at Joe's. And he had a visit from the Easter bunny! He showed me all this candy and eggs and toys, I though he was a six-year-old! It was a little better then Christmas, but, still....

Monday, March 22, 2010

Okay, school has me a little busy lately. I've been gone a while. I've been writing and reading a lot lately, and Jam has me doing a lot of extra stuff around the house lately, so I've been extra busy. On top of that, Joey Joe's lawn needs raking after the winter, and I have to do it. I'm getting payed five measly bucks for raking his whole yard. That thing's like, I dunno, six miles. Hey, I live in rich people territory. Every thing's big. Bad deal, I know. So, now, I have no time for blogging. And, I have to rehearse. There's this stupid school talent show thing, and Jam says I should sign up. I did. I didn't know what to do, so I'm just gonna play my guitar. I got a guitar last year for Xmas.Oh, hey, I'm 15 now. YAY! Birthday just passed! Got, like, six billion video games. Not much other then that, though. Anyways, I've had a lot of trouble picking a song. I think I should do something old and hippie-like, like the rolling stones, or the monkeys, or Crosby Stills and Nash or something. I've settled on I Will, by the Beatles. That's Cass's fave. band, so I'm gonna just throw one for her. So, other then rehearsing that, and a million other activities, I don't have time to think! I'm reading a lot, though. Every night before bed. I'm reading the girl who could fly, right now. It's nighttime. I'm done homework. I'm bored. Xmas passed. I didn't get anything good. Treasure did. He got, like, this giant stereo thing and it's AWESOME. He has it in the family room, and I'll put my Cd's in there (Black eyed peas, Maroon five, Weezer,Ali and AJ, all that teenage stuff) and he'll get all mad and say it's "His" and how "I don't want him touching my laptop" so that "I shouldn't touch his toy". Whatever. Jerk. So, yeah, I'm also writing a bunch of crazy books. One is about this kid like Treasure who has everything he wants but then he gets poor so he has to live on the streets. It's funny. Well, oh! I forgot to tell you what Rocky got for Xmas. A WII! YEAH! I've always wanted one of those! I have my PS3, PS2, xbox, 360, the n64, the super Nintendo, and the game cube, but those are all so old. A wii is new and cool. And he got, like, six hundred games to go with it. Now, I play DDR and Guitar Hero legends in rock all day, until Jamie says to do something else. Speaking of which, I think I'll go take Kate on at a little My Sims Party. Peace out, and go green. Yo yo.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Uh. Hi everyone. I am sooooo tired. For new years, I went over to Corbin to see my dad. We stayed up all night, eating extra butter popcorn, drinking Diet Coke, watching MTV, living it up. My dad said it was a releif to not have to work, so he thought he'd have me over. I hadn't seen him in, like, a year, so it was really fun. SM went to bed at ten (Party pooper), but I stayed up. After MTV shut off because a rain storm knocked out the power line at two AM, dad said he'd go Facebook or something so I settled down to read some of my favorite books. (I coulden't help but bring some of my Chabigail horror mysterys along with me to Kentucky. I knew something would happen.) Well, turnes out that Rian was causing the fires unknowledgebly, because Daniel was in his body by night, and it was all Marcy's fault! Who would have known? So, after that, I decided to ring home. Well, who was I to know that they went to bed? So, I basically just listened to my Ipod all night. Fun, fun, fun. Very exciting. The next morning, dad took me to Dunkin Dounuts, and we got a big box of munchkins, and I got coffee, he got expresso. As we ate, he drove me around Corbin. We saw this museam, where KFC was invented. It was fun. I ended up braking into one of the exibits to try and smell what the secret mixture is to his chicken. Dad wasn't to happy about being escorted out by police. So I had to go home. And I'm still tired. Bye.

What is Ricky's Story?

Um, Ricky's story is the story of Ricky. Ricky is a sixteen year old, red-headed, freckled, I-Work-At-Walmart, I-Live-In-New-York, My-Family-Drives-Me-Crazy, My-Girlfriend-Is-Named-Leanna, I-Have-A-Blue-Laptop boy.

Yup. That's kinda it. Before I had this message, I used to have all this inspirational stuff from, like, Chabigail books and Glee and stuff. But I've gone right off that.

Now I'm just another teenager, obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance, lazy, full of anger for my brother, and of course, aspiring writer.

Have we met?

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